All Chapters of OMERTÀ: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Alexandra Dellarosa POV Sitting so close to Fabri brought about yet another nostalgic effect. I watched him meander his way with the culinary, perfectly smoulding through intentionally, curating the perfect cup of coffee. He was too comfortable with the experience, such that I wondered if he was the one in charge of this specific bar.“I’ll pick it up later” He said, ignoring the phone call. It was almost as though he didn't want to take the call in front of me. Was it perhaps something that had to do with me? Perhaps I was only overthinking things, but I could get out of my head.“I could leave if you don't feel comfortable with taking the call in my presence” I continued, taking a sip out of the cup of coffee. I watched him pause for a moment, as though he'd carefully thought his next reply thoroughly.“No such” He replied. I didn't get the memo nor did I get the entirety of the message he was trying to pass across, but he in an instant picked up the call and his actions were just

Alexandra Dellarosa POV I was all alone in my room doing exactly nothing. I'd never for one day imagined the possibility of living in such a luxurious looking room, yet unable to appreciate the opportunity of doing so. For once, I missed Dad, the house and everything that didn't warrant me having to spend the next second inside of the room. Fabri had definitely morphed into a very busy man and from the look for things everyone withim and around him shared like minds. They were all busy people, people who from the look of things had gained some certain kind of stature and name in the society. I needn't read the details in the newspaper or watch the news to know this fact, the way they all carried themselves was enough to give that bit off. I watched myself wonder why everyone of them was too cooed up in corporate attires. I couldn't recall seeing any of them dress any less of themselves. From what I'd taken in so far, they all dressed to steal, what artifact they were gunning at, tha

Alexandra Dellarosa POV Fabri didn't deem it fit or necessary to be the one to convey me down to the location of our date. I felt it was a little too rude of him when I hadn't heard anything from him a few minutes prior to the time I'd been told our little meeting would be holding. Only for one of his pawns to knock on the door and ask that I tag along carefully.I died a thousand times, over and over again knowing that this was his proud excuse for a courtesy gesture. I died a thousand times. I had thought that probably he'd been carried away with the setting up of the venue for the date, but that reason didn't seem too substantial to me. It was a silent drive down to the restaurant. The guy who'd accompanied me barely threw a word in my direction all the while. The only other feasible thing that sat between himself and I was the dromes of the classical music he'd been listening to. It tasted more like a sad Melancholic drama and I doubted with everything in me that it could get any

Alexandra Dellarosa POV The restaurant was dimly lit for some reason, probably Fabri's already failed attempt at creating a romantic atmosphere. I was done and all I needed for closure was for him to define our relationship. I'd heard a voice behind me and it was a deep baritone, I'd prior to then preconceived that no one else asides Fabri was in here even though he didn't show his face as soon as I stepped into the room initially.“What do you want from me Fabri?” I questioned, facing his direction. The venom in my voice was enough to pass across the message that I was fed up with whatever he had going on, and I was no longer buying the crap he was selling. The Fabri I once knew was dead and remarkably now a shadow of himself.“Hmm” He sighed without saying another word. I watched him reply out of the darkness, the rcandles in the room had cast a thick shadow towards the direction where he stood such that I couldn't properly see him. Although I could make out his bold figure and his

Alexandra Dellarosa POV I was all alone, left to unravel the mysterious identity of the man I'd only just met, whose face I wasn't able to behold. From the look of things, he sure did have an aura to his personality not because his cologne lingered for much more than I'd expected, rather, his ability to remain composed irrespective of the fact that he'd played the role of a “stolen identity”. I was smart enough to know that whoever he was, would not have found his way to me if I'd not been affiliated with Fabri. But was that just a mere speculation? Was Fabri playing pranks just as he'd usually do when we were out on one of those numerous low budget couples outing.But I could still feel goosebumps all over me, it was so much and very evident to say that this had gone beyond the boundaries of some child's play. This was serious business and I didn't know the full on scope of what I'd gotten myself into. I made a mental note to tell “the real Fabri” about what had conspired between th